After a stick of incense, the painting skills election officially kicked off.
For this competition, the dean personally set the questions, and everyone completed the paintings within the specified time. The scores are judged by the judges, and the scoring mechanism still adopts the rules of the piano competition.
Ye Qingyan is the best at painting, and her painting skills are superb. It is said that when she was ten years old, she painted a peacock in the courtyard. In the end, a green peacock raised in the courtyard that never opened its tail faced her painting. Actually, a beautiful tail like a colorful fan slowly bloomed.
This novelty has spread throughout Kyoto, which is the main reason why Ye Qingyan has been active in the circle of ladies for many years.
After all, she was just a concubine, and there had been distinctions between concubines and concubines since ancient times, and Dali attached great importance to the order of hierarchy. If Ye Qingyan hadn't been a little talented, she might not even be able to touch the threshold of the noble women's circle.
There were more than a dozen people participating in this competition. Afterwards, the desks were arranged in two rows in the square. After the contestants sat down in front of the desks, servants from the academy distributed painting tools one by one.
Ye Chanyi and Ye Qingyan were sitting opposite each other.
When he noticed Ye Qingyan's frequent looks of interest, Ye Chanyi frowned almost invisible.
According to Ye Qingyan's cautious nature, she was not completely sure and would definitely not show her emotions like this.
So, Ye Qingyan set a trap for her?
After thinking about this, Ye Chan checked the painting supplies on the table without leaving any trace.
Sure enough, her paint had been spiked.
The next moment, the corners of her lips curled up slightly, and her expression didn't look strange at all. She just pretended not to notice.
After the painting skills election began, Dongfang Qing pondered for a while and said calmly: "In previous years, the themes were either landscapes, flowers and birds, or Wing Chun and sad autumn. This year, the dean came up with a more special theme."
As soon as these words came out, they successfully aroused everyone's curiosity.
Dongfang Qing paused for a moment, the emotion in his eyes was unclear, "This year's theme is 'Revenge', and you need to complete the work within the time of one stick of incense."
As soon as these words came out, everyone immediately whispered and discussed.
"Oh my god, what kind of theme is this! It's too difficult!"
"Me too, I have no idea at all."
"Don't worry, look at everyone's frowning, and you're not the only one."
After the fragrance was lit, everyone began to immerse themselves in painting. During this period, Ye Qingyan looked up from time to time to look at Ye Chanyi opposite, the gloating in his eyes fleeting.
However, Ye Chanyi seemed not to notice, and saw that sometimes she was using the brush boldly and boldly, and sometimes she was tracing slowly and meticulously. The brush in her hand seemed to be given life by her.
The warm orange light of the afternoon cast a faint halo around her body.
She pursed her lips slightly, with a look of leisure and concentration on her face.
Seeing this, Dongfang Qing seemed to be stunned for a moment, but no one could catch it.
"Dean, someone just reported that Miss Ye Er was seen stuffing a gold ingot into the servant who was distributing paint."
Yue Qinghuan reported the received information to Dongfang Qing truthfully.
Anyone with a little bit of savvy can see that Ye Qingyan has repeatedly tried to stumbling over Ye Chanyi. Now that she is doing this, she is probably doing it for Ye Chanyi.
Therefore, there may be something wrong with the paint Ye Chanyi uses.
"knew."
Dongfang Qing's eyes narrowed slightly, and she responded calmly.
But no one noticed the flash of killing intent in his eyes.
"ah?"
Yue Qinghuan was stunned for a moment, unable to react.
The dean used to pay special attention to Miss Ye, why is he suddenly so cold now?
"Well... Dean, Miss Ye's paint has probably been tampered with. Do you think you should change it for her..."
Yue Qinghuan felt that it was necessary to remind him, otherwise Ye Chanyi would lose and the dean would be in a bad mood, and he would be implicated.
"No need. I think she would rather tear this concubine apart with her own hands."
Dongfang Qing spoke very calmly, but if you look carefully, you can see that his slightly raised mouth is full of subtle appreciation.
"My dean, you really have confidence in Miss Ye."
Yue Qinghuan kept these words in his heart.
In fact, when Ye Chanyi got the paint, Dongfang Qing noticed a subtle change in his expression.
It was obvious that Ye Chanyi had discovered the clues, but pretended not to know. This woman was involved in the situation because she wanted to solve it in her own way.
So he won't interfere, but will provide convenience when necessary.
The time for a stick of incense is coming soon.
There are several people who have not started writing at all because they have never been inspired.
The only ones left to complete the scroll were Ye Chanyi, Ye Qingyan and two others.
The first thing to comment on is Ye Qingyan’s paintings. What she painted was a legendary story of lying on the fire and tasting daring.
The story has been circulated for a long time. It tells the story of a war between two countries. The monarch of the defeated country took his wife and endured hardships. He was a slave for three years. After returning home, he tasted gall on a mat of firewood every day, telling himself that he would not forget yesterday's shame. At the same time, Corporal Li Xian worked hard and finally succeeded in revenge.
Ye Qingyan is worthy of being hailed as a master of painting. What she paints is meticulous painting, which tests her skills the most.
The painting depicts the forbearance and perseverance of the protagonist of the story in a penetrating and lifelike manner, as if one can truly feel the spirit of not being afraid of hardships, never giving up, and working hard.
For a time, everyone was full of praise for Ye Qingyan's paintings.
"Miss Ye Er is really skilled in painting! It's so lifelike that I'm really amazed."
"Before, I only knew that Miss Ye Er was good at landscape painting, but I didn't expect that she was so good at painting portraits!"
"It seems that the leader in painting skills this time must be her."
Ye Qingyan heard everyone's high praise for her, and there was a hint of confidence in the corners of her eyes and brows that she was determined to win.
Although the remaining two people who completed the painting were good at painting, they were far from Ye Qingyan. This made Ye Qingyan even more proud.
"Sister, why don't you show your work quickly and let everyone open their eyes!"
When it was her turn to comment on Ye Chanyi's work, Ye Qingyan urged her impatiently, "Sister, why don't you show it quickly so that we can admire it."
Ye Chanyi seemed to have not heard anything, sitting there leisurely with a calm expression.
Ye Qingyan saw it and laughed secretly in her heart: Damn Ye Chanyi, you can really keep your composure.
Today she wants Ye Chanyi to lose face, and she wants to step on Ye Chanyi to get the title of the most talented woman in Dali.
"Sister, although you have some misunderstandings about me, do you think others are not worthy of seeing your paintings?"
Seeing Ye Chanyi's delay in handing over the scroll, Ye Qingyan felt happy for a long time, but on the surface, she acted coyly and did not forget to create a wave of hatred for the other party and push him to the forefront.
Sure enough, as soon as Ye Qingyan said this, everyone looked at Ye Chanyi with something wrong.
"This Ye Chanyi is too aloof. Isn't it just a painting? I don't want to show it. I think I am invincible just because I have two leaders."
"Hey, who can let me have that ability!"
